Jimins POV
I don't even know why my mom has to meet with people. Her job isn't even that important." Jimin complained while he smacked the soft blender onto his cheeks, covering the black and blue bruises on his face.
"Honey, are you almost done?" I could hear my mom downstairs dropping things and rushing.
"Yeah, just finishing up on my face." I walked back into my room and threw on my shirt and grabbed my shoes. I had on a black long sleeve, black ripped jeans and my combat boots. I went to go grab my sunglasses, but caught the mirror clip on my shirt sleeve and fell, slamming my knee into the ground.
"Great, more pain to deal with." Jimin rolled his eyes and climbed his way back up, using the corner of his bed. He adjusted his silver earrings, and snatched his sunglasses before limping downstairs.
"Sweetie, what fell upstairs?" My mother asked as I grabbed my keys to the car.
"I just caught my sleeve on the door and fell, nothing big. Why do I have to go to this again?" I asked trying to figure out what the big deal was.
"Because I want you to meet this person." She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at me. Then she looked away and headed for the door.
"Alrighty then?" I mumbled under my breath and walked to the door behind my mom. A few minutes passed and she finally told me to turn into this nice restaurant. Jimin was so confused as to why it looked more expensive than his clothes.
"Um, mom are you sure we can afford this?" I questioned looking at the entrance as I parked.
"Of course, we're not paying!" She smiled and got out of the car, but before she closed the door she quickly checked her makeup in the pull down mirror.
I closed my door and lifted my sunglasses to sit on top of my head. The smell that carried to my nose was a very rich flavored scent. The food must be excellent Jimin thought to himself. As they both walked in, the hostess sped walk right up to us, and started to ask for our name.
My mom just answered with the name, "Jeon." and the lady smiled and led the way to a nice table in the back. It got significantly quieter, and I started to see two men seated at a round table.
"Ah there they are! The older man stood up and greeted my mom with a kiss on the cheek, then seated her at the table. I was so shocked that he kissed her on the cheek, but even more shocked at the younger man at the table.
"You son of a bitch." I muttered, and glared at the guy. Of course it had to be the same guy who I met earlier.
"What was that, sorry I didn't catch that?" The older man next to me asked.
"Oh nothing! I am just admiring the restaurant, it is very beautiful!" I said clasping my hands together, a sarcastic tone dripping off my tongue. That sure caught Jungkook, the one dozing off in the corners, attention.
"You must be Jimin, right?" The guy asked, but I ignored him. I could hear the guy at the table mumble a couple swear words. I smiled at the older man and said yes before swatting the gentlemen's hand away as he tried to pull the chair out for me, and sat down myself.
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Now Your Mess Is Mine
Fanfiction"Don't fucking do that shit!" "Jimin did you just swear?" "I opened up to you and then you just played me. You dragged me into your mess, and don't even get me started with your dad." "Don't you dare bring my father into this! This is your fault!" "...
